[dropcap]I [/dropcap]don’t know how much time is left in my workout. The clock at Deer Meadow Primary School hugs the far wall, the hands obscured by the reflective glare of the florescent lights above it. Further shielded by the latticework of steel protecting it from very errant three-pointers. Totally blurred by my unaided eyesight. Despite its refusal to share its secret, the clock still holds my attention. It’s a buoy in the choppy waters of a dark bay, reminding me that…eventually…all of this will end.